Chapter 15
Rayna
I knew he was there before I saw him.
It had been a long shift—transfers, a couple of drunk calls, one ugly car crash that ended better than it started. By the time I changed back into jeans and a hoodie, my body felt like it had been packed with sand. Tess had already left, shouting something about tacos over her shoulder.
The sky was that hazy city dark, orange at the edges from streetlights. My breath clouded a little as I walked across the lot toward my car. The station behind me hummed with its usual sounds—distant radio chatter, a slam of metal doors, somebody laughing near the bay.
My wrist burned.
It had been quiet most of the night, a dull throb under everything else. Now the mark flared hotter, sharp enough to make me stop and press my thumb against it thro
